Chapter 66: The Emperor's
Death Xie Sui's eyes were so dark that they made people's heart tremble. It was as if a silent snowfield was roaring with wind and snow, and a small person was reflected in it.
It was not that he did not love her, but he did not dare to promise easily. He might not be able to give her what she wanted.
Since the Xie family was wiped out when he was six years old, he was no longer living alone, but carrying the bodies of thousands of lives of the entire family. Now that the great revenge has been avenged, the mountains and rivers are shaking, and the lost land of the previous dynasty has not yet been recovered. He cannot promise her the freedom she wants.
The wind and snow in that moment gradually subsided in his eyes, and his eyes became cold and silent, as if the trigger just now was just an illusion of Wu Chun alone.
She heard him say calmly, "How did I treat you in your past life? Have you forgotten?"
The bubbles burst at the touch.
The wall she had built high to seal the memory of her past life collapsed under his words, and the memory poured out - yes, how could she forget everything in the past?
But he said this.
She suddenly tasted a hint of his faint mockery, as if her love was so cheap, and she was the one who despised herself.
Wu Chun suddenly shrank back, hugged her knees and curled up like a frightened squirrel, looking at him with some disbelief, "What are you thinking about?"
"Shouldn't I be the one asking you this?" His black eyes were like frost and snow, and a chill rolled up in Wu Chun's heart, "It was you who ran away from Daning, and now it's you who is asking me about my feelings, what are you thinking about?"
Wu Chun's courage, which had been brewing for a long time, was nothing compared to his words. She thought, she would never again make herself feel bored by talking about love with Xie Sui.
She hugged him tightly, leaving a circle of marks on her lower lip with her teeth. She forced herself to be tough, "Okay, Xie Sui, I remember everything you said today, and you must not forget it either."
He saw her shoulders trembling slightly, as if she was forcing herself to be patient and pretending stubbornly. He understood her very well. After being reborn, she was much more proud than in her previous life. Even if she was bitter, she had to pretend that nothing happened.
A sweet and fishy taste also surged in his throat.
Wu Chun lay down, facing the stone wall, so that Xie Sui could not see her expression clearly.
The summer nights in southern Xinjiang are always hot and humid. There is a lot of fog in the mountains, and the mist is hazy and drizzling, shrouding the thoughts in their hearts, rising and falling in the woods.
After five days of rest, the group set out again. The number of carriages decreased. Even if Wuchun was unwilling, she had no way to separate from Xie Sui. She sat on the unbearable road, and she was clearly separated from Xie Sui and refused to say a word.
In Li Chang's eyes, the eldest princess finally figured it out.
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After all, Emperor Daning is her ex-husband. If she can divorce once, there will be a second time. The eldest princess is so smart and cunning. She has been entangled with Emperor Daning until now, and it is time for her to wake up completely.
Back to the palace of Nanjiang, Li Chang smiled and came to pick Wuchun up from the carriage. Seeing Xie Sui's cold expression, he felt secretly refreshed.
Emperor Daning came to Nanjiang and helped a lot. Nanjiang should entertain him. Wu Lei did not want to be criticized for etiquette, so he held a banquet to entertain Xie Sui. However, he did not say many good words. After expressing his gratitude, the banquet ended in a hurry.
Xie Sui stayed in the Nanjiang Palace for one day and then returned to Daning.
After that, there would be no chance to meet Wu Chun again.
Let's end it here.
The entanglement of two lives can finally be put down, just like a handful of snow, there will always be a day when it will dissipate.
Wu Chun drank a lot of wine in the palace. She had a mediocre alcohol tolerance, but she poured herself one cup after another. As long as she could get drunk for one day, she would never see Xie Sui again, and her eyes would not be bothered and her heart would not be confused.
The palace maids all advised the princess not to ruin herself like this, drinking is harmful to the body. Wuchun grumbled: "I don't drink every day, so what if I drink a little occasionally? It's better to drink than to be sad for a man, right?"
Jinglian could only look at Yuli and sigh.
At night, Wuchun had a terrible headache. She threw away the wine pot and slept on the floor. It was hot at night. She didn't wear shoes and socks. Under the scarlet gauze woven with gold silk skirt, her slender and straight calves were exposed. Her cheeks were flushed and she was drunk, as if all the beautiful spring scenery was integrated into her body.
She had a headache and fever, fell asleep drowsily, and had a very long dream.
I dreamed that Daning was in late autumn, with red leaves on the mountains and pavilions all stained with autumn. A pair of wild geese flew across the blue sky and swooped down to a temple in the imperial city. A bodhi tree in the temple had been alive for a hundred years, orange and yellow like a ribbon, with countless red prayers hanging on it. After flying over the bodhi tree, there were a few rustling sounds, and the wild geese flew back to the sky.
It is said that temples have spirituality, and all living things passing by them will stay for a while. There
are always people who pray to gods and Buddhas and believe in the protection of Bodhisattvas; there are also people who disdain and regard gods and Buddhas as grass.
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The person who never believed in gods and Buddhas appeared in Pingshan Temple in this dream.
He was not wearing an imperial robe, but a white robe with gold embroidery. His eyebrows and eyes were full of unresolved depression. He was cold and handsome, and he was unparalleled in the world. It was impossible to guess what he was thinking.
Maybe he was thinking about who to kill, or which minister to use.
If he wanted to ask for something, it should be to ask for peace, to ask the gods and Buddhas to bless him and make his wishes come true.
The abbot knew he was a man of some extraordinary origin. Thinking this in his heart, he respectfully performed a monk's salute, "Dear guest, what is your wish today?"
Xie Sui's expression was very indifferent, no different from usual, and he said calmly, "When people die, will they enter reincarnation? Or, will they be reborn?" The abbot was
slightly startled, and could not expect why he asked this question. He pondered and said, "Life and death in the world are all caused by cause and effect. After death, people may enter reincarnation in heaven and earth, but I am not sure about rebirth."
"I need a definite answer."
He seemed very persistent about this question.
There is no more than one person in Daning who can call himself a solitary.
The abbot was secretly surprised, but after years of practice, his mind was peaceful and stable, and he calmed down and said, "If this can happen, then this person must have accumulated good deeds and virtues in his lifetime, and accumulated blessings. The gods and Buddhas are grateful and appear to give him a chance to be reborn."
"What do you need to do to accumulate blessings like you said?" His voice unconsciously became lighter. "Marriage between the two places, traveling far away from home, reducing wars, and bringing peace to the two countries, does it count?"
The abbot did not dare to think too much, "It counts as one."
"What else?"
The abbot pondered for a while, and when he was sure that his life was not in danger, he spoke: "Building temples, helping the poor, providing porridge for disaster relief, and so on, all count."
Xie Sui responded straightforwardly, "Yes."
Then he left.
Not long after, the abbot in the temple heard that the emperor had been wise and kind recently, caring about the people, and approved a lot of disaster relief grain and herbs, but the document was signed by the dead queen.
The people were full of emotion. When the emperor went against the public opinion and held a tablet to make the dead queen, many people said that the emperor was a sentimental person. Now he still wanted to use the name of the dead to do good deeds so that the people could remember her. He really loved her deeply and was a great lover.
Xie Sui came to the temple again, still wearing a clean white robe as white as frost and snow.
The depression in his eyebrows and eyes was somewhat relieved, but other than that, the abbot still found it difficult to tell what he was thinking. The abbot had seen countless people, but he couldn't tell what kind of person Xie Sui was.
"I want to ask you, is killing one person considered evil?"
"It depends on whether the person being killed is extremely vicious. If the person being killed has committed crimes, then the killer has done a good deed."
"The person being killed has done nothing wrong and is an innocent person."
The abbot was shocked, "Then he is considered a villain."
"What about this person who, for the sake of power and revenge, has killed no less than three hundred innocent people?"
His eyes were as quiet as the clear snow under the moon.
This really couldn't be continued. The abbot said, "Amitabha, of course it is a sin, but if this person can do good deeds to offset the sin, then there is no merit or fault."
Xie Sui chuckled and said, "It can't offset it."
He walked into the Buddhist hall. The hall was dim, so many candles were lit. In the middle was a big Buddha with a kind face.
Xie Sui lifted his robe and knelt down.
"In my life, I have stepped on countless bones, my hands are stained with blood, and I have committed heinous crimes. As an emperor, I did nothing. The new dynasty massacred thousands of enemy party members, and the lost territories of the previous dynasty have not been recovered. I killed a 70-year-old old woman who knew nothing and was delivering messages for political enemies. I strangled innocent babies before they were born. I had no mercy on anyone, young or old. This is why I am
poor, cruel and extremely vicious." "If someone can kill me, it would be a good deed. I have killed thousands of people on my back. If they can kill me, it would be avenging those thousands of people. The blessing is immeasurable."
Xie Sui took out a golden hairpin from his sleeve. A lifelike phoenix was carved on the head of the hairpin.
"This belongs to Wuchun, the Princess of Southern Xinjiang and the Empress of Daning."
"Gods and Buddhas, please listen to my wish. My name is Xie Sui. I have committed many sins in my life, which I cannot forgive. I only wish to borrow the name of Wuchun and kill myself here to show my sincerity. I hope that my life can be exchanged for hers. It doesn't matter if she is reborn or reincarnated. I just hope that she will live a long and peaceful life in the next life, and not... meet me again."
After saying this, he raised the golden hairpin, and the sharp tip of the hairpin was facing the direction of his heart. This book is exclusively compiled for you by the LK team.
Just when he was about to make his move.
"Meow——" A cat came out from nowhere and hit the candlestick. The hot wax dripped onto the draped curtain, burning a hole. Then the candle fell down and the flames rose up.
People often say that cats in temples are spiritual. No matter what they do, they should not be disturbed. If you feed them, it is considered a good deed.
When Xie Sui saw the flames, his pupils suddenly contracted and his lips turned pale.
He looked up and asked, "Buddha, my sins are too deep. It is too easy to die like this. So are you going to burn me to death with flames?"
Of course, there was no answer.
But the flames in the temple spread like a tide, and the curtains had been burned into a tree of fire.
Amid the cries of the monks who were in the fire, Xie Sui smiled faintly.
"Well, I'll die the way Buddha wants me to die."
He threw down his golden hairpin and knelt indifferently. The flames swept over his clothes, burning them black. He closed his eyes quietly.
The man who had never believed in Buddha in his life was burned to death in the temple because of a few absurd rumors that people believed in it or not.
Before he died, he sent a cat out of the fire.
Then he knelt down as straight as a green mountain, and with unyielding pride, he offered the purest wish of his life, hoping that Buddha would have mercy on him.
That day might be the only time for him, a man who had done many evil things, to be clean.
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